Hunter X

A dark shadow sashaying across a dead wasteland
Hunting...hunting... in the presence of silent willows

He wanders throughout the edge of Eternity
His sword glinting in the moonlight, reflecting the dark depths of his soul

Hailed by the angels, cursed by the immortals
He hunts alone, with luminous aqua eyes commanding; his prey in the lead

Listening to the delicate sound of leaves
His blade unsheathed, bloody of merciless greed

The dark shadows shield him from sight
The moment unknown, when monstrous yellow eyes appear

Blade clenched, thoughts of who is hunting whom?
The moon reappears, revealing a demon of nameless fear

With bloody teeth and dagger claws, a wolf's coat of black
The werewolf murders without hesitation or cause

Attacking with expert precision, the hunter's sword and the wolf's claws collide
Hunter unaware of his single major flaw

Human flesh bleeds when barely nicked
Especially when torn in the presence of a full moon

His shoulder slashed with eager claws
The transformation in a month at the harvest moon would be completed soon

Werewolf poison seeping throughout his veins
The sword is thrust into the werewolf's heart

The werewolf stunned to a silent stare
He whispers, "Vengeance is mine when life you part."

A howl pierces the night in a terrifying way
Until he is silenced in his last moments of death

His form resurrects to wolf's true body
In awe is the hunter to find his blood brother Seth

His only reaction, to the gruesome presence, is cruel but just
He creates a fire for cremation in final respect

Until finally the body is ash, and the ash is earth
Off into the night he retreats unwilling of the last piece of text

There is no elixir for the werewolf's curse
Even for the hunter and his bargained soul

Van Helsing prevails once again at the Lord's mercy
Hunting... hunting... into the silence of the willows...